An Unexpected Nanny

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Hi everyone and happy Saturday. This week Josh has taken Cheslea for her first visit to his mansion and they are sharing a kiss.

He lowered his head and kissed her softly, savoring the feel of her soft plump lips on his. He loved Chelsea’s mouth; the feel, the shape of it. He loved the slight twist at the corners. She always looked like she was about to smile. He kissed her again, this time savoring the taste as her tongue met his own.“Although, I think I believe you said something about dancing and a rose?” she grinned.“I haven’t forgotten. Wait here.” He hurried out to the formal living room and collected a giant bunch of white roses. “I hope you like white ones.”

Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.

The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.

And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?

Excerpt:

“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.“But you can’t!” she squeaked.“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?Josh burst out laughing.Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.“I think you like being a naughty girl.”She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

In this snippet, Josh and Chelsea have been making out while they watch a movie together. They haven't, as yet, been on a proper date. Josh is a gentleman and wants to rectify that before they take things further. I went two sentences over, sorry Mistress Blake.

“You’re special, Chels. I want to take you on a proper date first. I want to buy you dinner and a rose and dance slowly to sweet music.”

When his thumbs caressed her already peaked nipples, they stiffened painfully under his gentle touch. Her panties were damp and her clit thumped, begging for attention. Her body was like a finely tuned instrument waiting to be played. “When?”

“How about tonight?”

She nodded mutely, not trusting herself to form words. She wasn’t sure anything she said would make sense. Her brain felt like a plate of spaghetti; a soft pile of twisted, boiled dough.

Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.

The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.

And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?

Excerpt:

“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.“But you can’t!” she squeaked.“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?Josh burst out laughing.Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.“I think you like being a naughty girl.”She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.

While
the outside world might try to undermine them, Logan and Christian’s
relationship just grows stronger. In this, the final part of the All
They Ever Needed trilogy, their lives take an unexpected turn.

Christian
takes to heart everything he learns from Logan’s father and as he
and Logan go forward in their DD relationship, he finds that he is
willing to not just take on the mantle of Head of House, but to
embrace it. With Logan graduating from college, Christian takes the
next logical step and asks his boyfriend to move in.

Even
with the stress of student teaching and trying to figure out what to
do after graduation, Logan leaps at the chance to live with the man
he loves. As the pressure of graduation begins to get to him, the
only thing to keep him grounded is the amazing man at his side.

Those
closest to them make huge changes in their own lives and when an
unexpected job offer lands in Logan’s lap, the two have to make a
life altering decision. No matter which way they go, they need to
give something up. Play it safe and stay home or accept the job and
move away from their families? When it comes to decision time, there
is one thing they are not willing to part with. That one thing makes
all the difference in the world.

Both of their mothers sent him with
Thanksgiving food, which was good. The two coolers of food, candy,
and beer helped them keep up their energy for their forty-eight hours
of spanking, sex, and more sex. That thought was not helping his
current hard-on, but he was not about to stop thinking about it.
Thanksgiving had been wonderful. As soon as they closed the door
behind him, Logan began to strip him – and not gently. There were
several shirt buttons they never did find.

They also didn’t make it across the
floor for those first couple hours. Instead, Logan dropped to his
knees, pulled down Christian’s pants and swallowed his dick in one
movement that Christian still found extremely impressive. Ungh! That
wonderful feeling of sliding past his tongue into his throat and the
way he swallowed around him. But even better was when Logan grasped
Christian’s hands and placed them on each side of his face. He
understood what Logan was showing him, but it had startled him at
first.

Sure, what man did not dream about face
fucking someone? He surely had. Many times. But he had never done it.
Oh, he had tons of things to be thankful for that day and he and
Logan laughed for quite some time afterward as he let loose a litany
of every part of Logan he was grateful for as he pounded into his
boyfriend’s throat.

“Wouldn’t have been about your
giving thanks, would it?” Logan teased as Christian groaned, trying
to thrust into Logan’s hand. Unfortunately, Logan released him
making him whine. “Nope. Not gonna happen. I want to know.”

Whimpering, Christian rolled him on to
his back and straddled his thighs. “Actually, that is exactly what
I was thinking about.”

Bursting out laughing, Christian
collapsed on top of him. “Shit, it’s not fair to quote me during
a time like that.” Laughing, their bodies rubbed nicely against one
another, making his problem worse. “Damn, if I don’t get some
release soon, I’m gonna have a case of blue balls.”

“Well, I can’t have that happen,”
Logan tsked, flipping him on to his side. “And, you know, I’m
having a bit of a morning wood problem as well. I say we take care of
both at the same time.”

“Mutual masturbation?” Christian
suggested.

“Nope.” Logan sat up and turned
around so that his shaft was right in front of Christian’s face and
Logan’s face was… Christian’s brain functions ground to a stop
as warm wet lips encased his cock.

“Oh, yeah.”

About the author:

Thianna D is a writer of both het and
m/m erotic romance. Most of her works include BDSM or DD. Logan and
Christian brought together the domestic discipline way of life,
spanking in an erotic context, and two amazing characters she loves
very much. It is difficult to say goodbye to them as this is the
final book in the trilogy. Thankfully she has a list of books she’s
writing – that should help.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

My latest novella is out and is available at all the normal places. I'm very excited! See links below!

Blurb:

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.

The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.

And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?

Publisher’s Note: The Billionaire and the Waitress is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And here is a taste...

Excerpt:“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.“But you can’t!” she squeaked.“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?Josh burst out laughing.Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.“I think you like being a naughty girl.”She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Hello everyone.. Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Today will be my last snippet from Leading The Way for a while. Next week, I hope I'll be sharing my new release, The Billionaire and the Waitress.

This week though I'm going to show what happened at the end of Erin's flashback to the pageant that lead her and Zach and the girls to Corbin's Bend. It is a little longer though, sorry.

ERin thought she had all her ducks in a row. Zach was away with some students leaving her free to take the girls to the pageant. There was no way that Zach would have to know right? Wrong.

Zach’s face was white with fury. “What is all this?” he asked. He looked into each of the girls’ faces. “Where are the sweet innocent little faces I kissed goodbye this morning?” he asked. Avvy started to cry and people started to discretely gather to watch the show that was building. “Please Daddy, don’t make us go home.” Erin cringed when Zach looked at her. His eyes were so filled with hurt and betrayal but his voice held pure anger. Anger at being put in the position of once again being the bad guy. “Sorry, Avery. I know you don’t understand why right now, but Daddy doesn’t think this is a place for children.” “No! Please Daddy!” Avvy wailed, “Please!” “Please, Zach. You’re making a scene,” Erin begged. “Just let them do it just this once, and we can go home and talk about this in private.” “If you think I’m making a scene now, you should see the scene in my head. No, I will not let my daughters stand up there looking twenty years older than they should, so adults that should have something better to do can look at them closely and judge whether they are more beautiful than the next child.” He scooped up the crying Avvy and took Jordan’s hand. “We’re leaving.” The subject had been clearly closed and she had no option but to follow her husband outside.

BLURB

Zachary Cunningham moved his family to Corbin's Bend when everything in their life seemed out of control. In a DD relationship with his wife Erin, he thought things had leveled out now that they lived in a community where everyone watched out for one another and discipline was the norm. Surely his family life could be more settled now.

Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.

Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.When her husband and the board of Corbin's Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary's lead truly was the way.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

For this week Saturday Spankings I'll be sharing a segment from Leading The Way. I've skipped a little after last weeks snippet. Erin has had a day full of fun with her new friends but when she tries to sleep that night, guilt settles on her and she finds herself reminiscing about the events that lead up to them applying to live in Corbin's Bend.

Erin opened the mailbox and sighed with relief at the envelope inside. It was her new credit card, the one she hadn’t told Zach she’d applied for. In her heart she knew she was being deceitful and careless but she didn’t know what else to do. It was all about commitments that had been made and needed to be taken care of. She was going to have to look for paid work, she knew that, but at the moment she was only interested in getting out the girls dresses she’d ordered for this week’s pageant. Not to mention the payment for the pageant itself. The girls didn’t even know. She’d kept it a secret in case she hadn’t been able to pull it off. “Avvy!” she yelled. Avvy came down the stairs slowly, stopping to look at herself and fix her hair in the landing mirror before coming the rest of the way. “Yes, Mommy?” “We can do it!” Erin said. “We can go to the little Miss Denver pageant.”

BLURB

Zachary Cunningham moved his family to Corbin's Bend when everything in their life seemed out of control. In a DD relationship with his wife Erin, he thought things had leveled out now that they lived in a community where everyone watched out for one another and discipline was the norm. Surely his family life could be more settled now.

Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.

Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.When her husband and the board of Corbin's Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary's lead truly was the way.